Chapter 1050: Chapter 669: True Form Revealed, Bodhidharma’s Enlightenment, and the Fearsome Senior Brother Ding Guang! (Part 2)

"Is this the energy of the Black Tortoise merging into momentum, carrying the power to ward off evil?"

Recalling the essence of the cultivation technique given to him by the Sect Leader Chen, Meng Chuan pondered silently.

For him right now, the change brought by this surge of energy is not significant; whether it’s present or not does not affect his ability to "subdue demons with force"...

However, this accumulation process is like building a wall.

Even though a single brick’s accumulation doesn’t show obvious changes, during this process, his accumulation continually increases, the more bricks piled up, quantitative change will eventually lead to qualitative change.

Upon completing training, he gained another insight:

"The enhancement of physical strength also requires the coordination of toughness, endurance, and pressure resistance among other abilities, otherwise the body is liable to rupture; relying solely on mastery of dao cannot ’create something from nothing’.

The way of the physical form is different from other paths, it needs numerous Dao Principles within to coordinate and support the entire body, while the Black Tortoise Ren Gui and Prajna Dragon Elephant act as the body’s spear and shield, both indispensable..."

Unfortunately, the cultivation of the Black Tortoise True Form is still far from Perfection, otherwise Meng Chuan truly desires to now touch the imprint in his mind and cultivate the strongest defensive Horizontal Divine Skill on earth.

Exiting the pool, Meng Chuan’s intent converges, and the invisible pressure around him completely disappears.

The next moment, Meng Chuan flashed in front of the two, Jue Ming and Yu Anle.

He picked up the wild boar with one hand, looking it over:

"Good pig! You haven’t missed out on Shaolin’s mountain delicacies, your skin even has a hint of ginseng flavor. Little monk, go to the kitchen and fetch the rack, I will roast it."

Horizontal cultivation requires consuming significant physical energy; right now, he’s hungry enough to eat the whole wild boar.

Compared to various supplementary pills, given the chance, Meng Chuan prefers nourishment through food...

"Alright!"

Originally intending to share the game with him today, and while waiting for him to be satisfied, Jue Ming planned to inquire about cultivation matters, thus he happily ran to the kitchen.

Meng Chuan looked at the ’small monk’ brought by the little monk, who suddenly felt a gaze like that of a tiger watching.

The small monk immediately halted, his back slightly stiffened, joined his hands together, and with eyes lowered softly said:

"I am Yuan Xin, fifteen years old, the second disciple of Grandmaster Shi Wu, meeting Donor Meng."

Meng Chuan slightly regarded Yuan Xin, clasped his hands and smiled:

"Greetings, Master Yuan Xin."

The cuisine at Shaolin Temple is indeed commendable, fifteen years old and already over two meters tall.

Yuan Xin, Yuan Xin, this boy surely grew quite round...

...

Yuan Xin and Jue Ming worked together, plucking feathers, skinning, gutting, cleaning, seasoning with various spices, finally brushing honey water and placing it on the grill.

Meng Chuan’s fire control ability was impeccable, within moments, a crimson golden roasted boar emerged ready.

He tore off a large foreleg and brought it to his mouth, the crisp snapping sound of the glass-like skin was pleasing and clear, the fat beneath surged through his lips and teeth.

"Comfortable~"

"Then I won’t be courteous either, thank you Brother Meng!"

Yuan Xin had long been salivating, he too ripped off a leg and took a bite, cheeks puffed big, his eating manner even more fierce than Meng Chuan.

The two leaned against the Bodhi tree, eating while appreciating Jue Ming’s practice.

What he practiced was the Yu Anle technique previously taught by Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan watched and ate, inwardly clicking his tongue in wonder.

A bald monk practicing Zongli Baduanjin, only he could witness it...

The hands are short after accepting others’ food, plus the little monk was truly his own, Meng Chuan took the opportunity during mealtime to sincerely teach for a while.

Half an hour passed, the whole wild boar, as big as a tiger, was mostly consumed, Yuan Xin’s eyes secretly revealed a hint of admiration.

This Donor Meng, his appetite is truly massive!

Jue Ming finished his stance, his expression filled with joy.

The doubts within this technique were today entirely resolved!

Indeed, worthy as Donor Meng, truly remarkable!

Jue Ming sat down to tidy up the scraps, while tearing the pig ribs, curious he asked:

"Donor Meng, to what level have you practiced this technique?"

Being able to clarify the parts he didn’t understand with a single point, he guessed, there must be a great accomplishment.

This technique is too difficult to practice, even for Donor Meng, it might be hard to perfect...

"Perfected."

Meng Chuan picked his teeth, drew water to rinse his mouth, casually saying.

The path of Limit Breaking has already been traversed more than one-third, perhaps by next year, he could break the limits.

"Return to the Basics", a high-level trait!

"Uh..."

Jue Ming’s actions paused, while withdrawing just thought sentiments.

Donor Meng, truly otherworldly!

His expression turned somewhat downcast, the joy of progress instantly scattered, he hung his head saying:

"Alas... I am still too dull..."

Meng Chuan threw away the stalk used for picking his teeth, offering an encouraging word:

"Little monk, don’t belittle yourself. Compared to some martial arts geniuses mastering sect cultivation techniques, your progress speed is much faster."

Jue Ming raised his head, seemingly incredulous:

"Really?"

"Really."

Meng Chuan did not trick this little monk.

In his mind, he couldn’t help but recall Xu Qingfeng’s clumsy bear-like figure practicing the same technique...

Meanwhile, the aroma wafted into the forest beyond the stone path.

The trees rustled, atop them squatted an old monk.

Glancing from afar, he disappeared with a flick.

"Jue Ming and Yuan Xin, those two rascals, got such a huge wild boar, I thought they were honoring me...

Oh oh oh, truly raised in vain..."

...

Time passed leisurely.

Lately, the Shaolin Temple initiated a week-long Dharma lecture conference, led by Master Bai Bao.

Meng Chuan attended twice, paying respects to Master Bai Bao, during which the atmosphere of the lecture was excellent, many in attendance with questions.

Even he benefited greatly, grasping better at the Buddhist teachings’ key points.

Four days passed in a blink.

Whoosh——

The sound of tides surged within the room.